Last Friday I took my family to Mt. Battie. Aaron loves climbing on rocks and has the scars to prove it. Laura was content to sit quietly and draw with me. The middle-aged people could fend for themselves. Dwight, the youngest, tends to be cautious, so I seldom worry about him.
I was rather surprised, therefore, to see him inching his way down the slope ahead of me. I know there are rocky cliffs on Mt. Battie; I can see them from the harbor. “Dwight, back away from the edge; it’s not safe,” I said.
“Cool it, Mom, I’ve got this.”
Sometimes, young men seem to have the common-sense switch turned off. It is a great goad to an active prayer life on the part of their parents.
Thursday was the Great Schooner Race out of Camden Harbor. It is always a joy to watch the schooners from this aerie high up on the mountain. This was like painting elephants line-dancing; there was no chance the boats were going to escape my line of sight. We chatted and I painted, and then I ran home to frame it in case any of the schooner guests wanted a memento of their vacation.
Sometimes when driving in mid-coast Maine the only sensible course of action is to put your car in park, roll down the window and enjoy the passing scene. This happened on Bayview Street as I drove back to Camden. A police officer attempted to block the street, but drivers were slipping through the cones and pedestrians completely ignored her. I eventually managed to get down to the public landing.
At Camden Falls Gallery, I caught up with my friend Eileen. When I eventually left, I was stopped by the police. Turns out that a suspicious package was found near the Camden Post Office. Bayview Street was closed to all traffic, vehicular and pedestrian.
“If you can drive up onto the sidewalk, you can probably get around my squad car,” the officer told me. No problem. My Prius has done a lot of miles in New Jersey, and it handles curb-jumping with the best of them.
After three hours, the Maine State Bomb Squad detonated the package, which turned out to be a backpack left by a Camden man who’d forgotten about it.
I bet somewhere his mother is shaking her head.
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